That night the two of them just stay up talking about absolutely everything until somehow she falls asleep on the couch.
She wakes up in her own bed though after Finn carried her in as slowly as humanly possible not wanting to somehow disturb the baby.
And then when she violently runs to the bathroom in the morning he gets a quick and hard-hitting lesson in how morning sickness does wonders for her rage issues when she slams the door in his face and refuses to let him in.
When she finally opens the door she finds him sitting patiently against the doorframe with a tray of crackers and lemon water. Without saying anything she sits herself down onto his lap and begins tucking into his inspired remedy, while he gently rubs the lower of her back and brushes the hair off her still sweating face.
She immediately starts feeling better and thinks that maybe she'll let him in next time.
She thinks the drama's all over now although she's fully aware of the irony considering most people would say the real drama's just begun. It still hasn't really sunk in. But she's back to feeling calm around him and now they've made a decision and begun working on figuring it all out, the hysteria and the vulnerable insecurity have stopped. She's totally back to her old self; headstrong, self-confident and in complete control...
At least for a few days. Then they go for their first doctor's appointment she suffers a momentary lapse as she panics in the car on the way and starts imagining crazy scenarios regarding her and the baby...
"What if I drop it?" she asks seriously concerned, staring out of the car window.
"Pick it up again." He shrugs with a smile, hands on the wheel secretly finding her sudden silly vulnerable freak-out adorable and hilarious.
"What if I'm a terrible mother and it hates me!"
"It's not going to hate you."
"What if it's one of those babies that doesn't stop crying or turns out ugly and I end up hating it!"
"We'll put in on Ebay."
"What if I stay permanently fat even when it's out?"
"I'll put you on Ebay!"
"What if I can't handle having it depending on me all the time?"
"We'll work as a team."
"What if it gets your poor coordination and stupidity and my bad attitude and temper!"
"Then the kid's screwed…"
"Why aren't you taking this seriously?" she snaps, finally annoyed at him.
"Because you're being ridiculous! Just look at it this way, if Puck can be a good parent then you definitely can. It's gonna be tough and everything's going to change but I have total faith in you. You're Santana Lopez! You already got this."
His free hand moves to her settle on her knee as a sign of support and after frowning/smirking at him for a while she realizes he's right, and places her hand over his with affectionate gratitude, now smiling out the window.
Sitting in the waiting room she's a nervous wreck. The room's filled with other couples, some more obviously and intimidatingly pregnant than others, and the whole thing nearly manages to freak her out again until she notices a tired looking woman sitting alone on the end of the row. She's not wearing a wedding ring and not only is she one of the more obviously pregnant women but it also becomes apparent that the one year old playing uncontrollably at the lego table is hers as well.
It's at that moment she realizes how lucky she is to have Finn. No matter what happens between the two of them in the future she knows there's no other guy on the planet she could trust more to stick with her throughout this and nobody who'd put more effort into making this all work.
She grabs Finn's hand tighter than ever, causing him to snap out of staring at the kid at the lego table with jealousy and turn his attention towards her. He seems to read her mind as she gives him the world's most appreciative smile, kissing her emphatically on the forehead in return, as the nurse comes out to call them in...
After the many exams, discussions and questions the doctor performs the ultrasound to hear the baby's heartbeat. Santana had been perfectly calm up to this point but this was the bit she was secretly terrified about.
Finn mindlessly babbles away to the doctor about how the baby's going to have the strongest and most rhythmic heartbeat she's probably ever heard given that he/she's the offspring of a kickass drummer and normally she'd interrupt with some witty quip but right now she's not feeling too vocal.
The doctor gets straight on with it and the room falls silent for what feels like an eternity as they wait for the sound to hit their ears. She closes her eyes to steady herself and then she hears it. The baby's heartbeat. Finn's right, it's strong and perfectly rhythmic and the weirdest, proudest sensation waves over her. The doctor points to the screen and explains what's going on and this unexpected giggle escapes her.
"It's so small!"
The doctor gives a smile before declaring "I'll give you two a moment." and leaves them alone in the room.
She takes it all in.
"Fuck. This is so weird. Do you think every kid looks like that or have we just created the new Mr Peanut? ...Finn?"
She's suddenly aware of how uncharacteristically quiet he's been and takes her attention away her 'womping' baby to check on him.
He's staring at the screen open mouthed with a look of total fear.
"What if I crush it like when I accidently stepped on that rabbit one time?"
"What?"
"What if I'm too big to take care of it? Look how tiny it is!"
His voice is seriously high-pitched and shaky.
"Well it's going to get bigger than that. I doubt thousands of women would find labor that traumatic if they had to push that small a thing out of their hoohah."
"What if it grows up hating me and thinking I'm a freak?... What if it grows up to be a Colts fan?... What if I lose it at the supermarket? I've lost you like 4 times because I always get distracted!"
"Just never take it up the cereal isle…. See funny comments aren't so funny when you're freaking out are they? Which by the way you're only allowed to do once, because only one of us can freak out at a time if we're going to get through this and I'm claiming everyday for the next 8 months."
He still looks serious as ever.
"...What if I totally suck at being a dad?"
She smiles with adoration before placing a hand on the side of his face, sweetly stroking his cheek with her thumb.
"Honey, you're Finn freaking Hudson! You already got this."
They decide to keep it to themselves till after Christmas. She's too nervous to tell her boss and Finn has it in his mind that the revelation will be the perfect Christmas present for his mom. She's not showing yet so it's easy enough to get away with it.
It's impossible not to tell Puck though. The three of them hang out constantly and Finn just lets it slip one afternoon. They're at Anna's kindergarten Christmas recital thing and the whole event just breaks Finn's resolve. Puck laughs his ass off which she doesn't totally appreciate, and then once he's calmed down he claims his apparently indisputable post as Godfather, and then finally he congratulates them. It's kind of nice that he knows. Plus she already called Brittney and secretly told her so it's nice knowing that her and Finn are even in not keeping the secret.
Towards the end of the play she figures her hormones must be kicking in because a few months ago she wouldn't have found the sight of a three year old Mary bursting into tears when the baby Jesus' arm falls off and a three year old Joseph yelling excitedly out to his mom in the middle of his lines half as adorable as she was right now.
She scans the nativity scene, wondering which one her kid will probably turn out to be like.
She figures if they have a boy it'll take after Finn and be the kid at the back trying to land a kiss on the girl standing next to him, and if they have a girl it'll take after her, and be the girl at the back pushing the boy trying to kiss her straight off the stage...
He moves in with her.
It makes sense. He certainly wasn't lying when he said he'd be there for her whenever, so it just makes more sense that he has his stuff on hand while he's on hand. They don't really discuss whether the move's just for convenience or because it's a progressive step in their relationship, but she figures the motive doesn't matter. It's natural and they're happy so she doesn't see the need in putting a label on it.
They've got the morning sickness thing down and she even put on her first 3 pounds without crying at the increase of the scales. She's tired a lot and her nose has developed superhuman scent powers, which proves to be an unpredictable gift and curse but overall, it's been a pretty smooth first 9 weeks of pregnancy and as Christmas draws closer she can't really complain about feeling pretty darn content with life.
He's in the middle of a usual day at work when a sudden piece of news rocks his world.
She comes into the bar during her lunch break. Puck's sat at the bar educating Anna in how to throw peanuts at the back of Finn's head and get away with it and they all seem to be having a good time until they see her.
Finn nearly drops the glass he's holding when he notices her and his eyes fill with instant dread and panic.
She's shaking slightly, clutching at her purse, her eyes close to tears.
He rushes over to her.
"Babe what's wrong? What's happened?"
She shakes her head and Puck clutches Anna closer towards him with dread.
"Baby?"
"They've... they've..." she's stutters.
"What?"
He places his hands to her face, his heart rate at maximum speed as he waits for her to talk.
When she does it's slow, and shaky.
"They've ...opened a breadsticks down the street…. A huge one."
Puck exhales forcefully and rolls his eyes but Finn just stares at her. If it were anyone else they'd be royally pissed off for the emotional turmoil she just put him through but Finn just starts to mimic her behavior in shaking and nearly crying and exclaims,
"Holy hell I think this is the happiest day of my life!"
They embrace enthusiastically and Puck can't believe what he's seeing.
"You two are dorks. And you are seriously lucky to have found each other."
Finn's too excited to hear him.
"Oh my god we should totally name our kid breadsticks!"
Puck slams his hand down on the bar in embarrassment.
"Ok, I'm officially resigning as Godfather!"
It's a week before Christmas and she and Finn are getting ready to attend her annual office party.
He's promised to be on his best behavior and despite gaining a couple more pounds she's still not showing so her plan not to tell anyone at work will easily be completed.
He's dressed and ready, standing in front of the refrigerator, torturing himself looking at all the food she's forbidden him to eat before they go. He realizes she's taking a lot longer than usual and they have to leave soon, so he goes to the bedroom to check on her.
She's actually also dressed and ready to go, but she's lying propped up against the pillows on her bed, legs crossed with a massacred box of tissues next to her.
"San what's wrong?" he worries walking over to the bed.
She sniffs. "Nothing. I just feel really stupid and shitty and hormonal and it's stupid because I know I'll feel fine tomorrow and I don't really know why I'm sad!"
He sighs in relief. Her mood swings have been gradually getting worse and worse. At first they were concerned, but the doctor explained they can occur straight after the first signs of pregnancy and given Santana's normal emotional dispositions, it's not really surprising that hers are proving frequent and spectacular.
Luckily he's gotten really good as helping her with them.
"Why don't we just blow off the party, stay here, snuggle in bed and watch one of your really sad, really cheesy chick flicks. We could eat bad food.. really bad food and you can cry as many times as you want and not once will I tell you it's stupid -until you're ready to laugh about it tomorrow, then I will tease you mercilessly. You can even paint my toe-nails… actually no that would be weird and my feet are really big so it would be a waste of paint…. Just, whatever you want."
She smiles and signals for him to join her on the bed. He does and she snuggles under his arm.
"You must think I'm pathetic..."
"No I don't think you're pathetic. You're so entitled to feel this way, because you're human - well technically double human I guess... Which is nice. Because it means I have a human girlfriend. Up till now I always wondered if you were just a figment of my imagination."
He says it so casually and with total sincerity with no clue to how endearing he's being.
She feels better already and looks up at him with a smirk.
"Well my Christmas present best not be a figment of your imagination because I am giving you your own actual human being, so I'm expecting at least the equivalent weight in diamonds!"
"Nu uh. Finntana Junior doesn't count because your due date isn't for another half a year and if I can't open it on Christmas day then its not a Christmas present!"
Finntana Junior. She hates that nickname. It's so obnoxiously cute. But she's been unsuccessful in detaching it from him so what can she do but put up with it.
"Really? Well you could've told me that a couple of weeks ago the stores are basically all closed now… I'm kidding!" she adds noticing the desperate look on his face at the notion of no presents.
Panic over, he moves on to securing their dinner plans.
"Pizza?"
She nods "Sounds perfect."
He kisses her temple before leaping off the bed, throwing his suit jacket off on his way to the landline.
"Pizza's on it's way so.. how about something festive? The Muppet Christmas Carol? Elf? Bad Santa? Or…. Gremlins!"
He bursts back into the room with boyish excitement but his face soon falls. She's standing hands-on-hips with her dress half way off down her waist and he doesn't know whether to pay attention to the fact that she's standing just in her bra or that she's scowling like the devil.
He definitely should be paying attention to the scowl. She explodes.
"Gremlins. You how much I hate that movie. Why the fuck would you make me stay home from my office Christmas party to eat food that's gonna make me morph into a whale and watch a stupid fucking movie that I fucking hate! Urgh and you know what else I fucking hate?"
He's confused/scared as hell.
"Um…"
"-This damn dress. You know why I hate this damn dress? Because it's my favorite!"
He's really confused/scared as hell. She continues her explosion.
"And I'm already struggling to get in and out of it and pretty soon it's just going to have to sit alone in my closet like an abandoned dog at the pound because I'll be too friggin fat to wear it!"
Now he gets it.
"Right… But just think about all the new clothes you're going to get to buy over the next few months. Seriously, endless shopping! Huh? You love shopping! And maybe we can find you a new favorite dress that's you know, stretchy…"
She scowls and sits down in a fluster.
"This isn't about a dress Finn."
Okay so maybe he doesn't get it.
"…What is it about?"
She doesn't get it either.
"I don't know."
He gently laughs and takes her hand.
"Wow your mood swings are a real treat today…"
He immediately wishes he hadn't said that. But instead of exploding again like he expects, she just puts her head on his shoulder and sighs.
"Sorry..."
"It's ok." He offers softly leaning his head onto hers. "Just promise you'll never beat me. I can take a punch but you have tiny fists of steel!"
She proves he's right by giving him the usual slap across the chest causing him to shriek like a girl.
By the time the pizza arrives everything's calm again and they snuggle into bed as planned, successfully agreeing on "It's a Wonderful Life" as their festive flick.
He thinks it's a safe choice in not setting off another mood swing, but it turns out he's wrong when she starts sobbing again.
"We'll go shopping first thing tomorrow and only eat celery sticks!" he panics.
"It's not that…" she wails out through her tears as she puts down her slice of pizza to pick up a napkin.
She wipes her tears and looks at him. "I'm just so happy!"
She's still crying. And it sure doesn't seem like she's happy. But then she smiles picking up her pizza again and takes a huge, content bite.
He gives a trademark grin.
Out of all the girls he could've knocked up in the world, he definitely picked the craziest...
